Cheated
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Messy light brown hair surrounded a young twenty-two year olds head, as it lay on a pillow. The woman's chest rose and fell under the covers, almost perfectly in time with the man next to her. His short black hair fell towards the bed, pulled by gravity.
Two years, it had been two years since the sudden disappearance of the infamous Lord Voldemort, and his keeper, Hermione Granger. No one knew where they were and that was the way it would be kept, for now. Hermione wanted her revenge, and so did her husband. Both wanted to see the death of a pair of best friends.
Hermione woke with a small sigh of relief; she had been reliving the same memory that haunted her in her dreams almost every night. Ron, Ron and Lavender. That man stealing bitch, or maybe it should be man eating bitch, after all she had already moved on, if Hermione's sources were telling the truth, and somehow she thought they were.
Hermione felt no shame as she stepped out of bed naked, after all she was the only one awake, and her husband had seen it all before, stretching to loosen her muscles, she wandered into the bathroom, she needed a shower, then maybe breakfast. That sounded like a good idea. Through the window the French dawn spilled through the window.
The water ran in rivulets down her body, soothing her sore muscles and brushing lightly against the bruises from last night. It didn't bother her; she seemed to be part masochist. Hermione used the shampoo Tom gave her when he finally got fed up with the muggle chemically smelling shampoo she used to use. Her hair had not once tamed naturally and Hermione accepted that she had lost the war on frizz. Eyes closed, she was startled when suddenly arms wrapped around her middle and lips pressed to her neck.
"Morning, beautiful. There's a meeting today that we need to attend, about the new Minister of Magic, seems we have a good chance of winning." The low baritone was enough to make Hermione want to skip the meeting altogether.
She always hated these meetings, they were full of people trying to suck up to her husband and her, half of them didn't know she was a mudblood, and the other half that did were split, either they didn't care because their Lord didn't or they ignored her. Hermione couldn't care less. They were pathetic; they couldn't think for themselves and were always grovelling. There was one small change that mad Hermione more accepting of these Death Eaters, they weren't a bunch of idiots like the previous generation, these ones had been chosen better.
"My Lord, Actron Boscut already has the most support from England, it is guaranteed that he will win the election, the Ministry will be under your control."
"Excellent news, Jameson." The dark hiss the Death Eaters knew so well whispered softly. "However we must rid the muggle-lovers and Potter supporters from the Head of Department spots at the Ministry. Marcel, I assume I can count on you for a scandal."
"Of course my Lord, I'll make sure that only our most respectable people are at the top."
Marcel Angel was one of the best Death Eaters under Voldemort's command, she was also the one Hermione hated the most. She was cunning and manipulative, a sure Slytherin, if she had ever gone to Hogwarts, she was home schooled as her pureblood parents didn't want her mixing with mudblood filth. Hermione hated her for several reasons; one, she had the looks that Hermione has always envied, a pretty, tall, slender blonde with easily managed hair and two, she constantly tried to take her husband from her. She was the best at getting male supporters and creating scandals with male representatives as well, but she had a Bellatrix complex and wanted Hermione's Tom.
There was hardly any more information after this one crucial piece, and none of them were of any value. Hermione just wanted to go back to her room, or maybe, just maybe back to England. She hadn't seen her parents in two years, for their own safety. They were supposed to be safe, that was why she lifted the memory charm, but when she left with Tom, she put them in danger again. This time from the Ministry and the Order of Self-righteousness, if she ever went back then they were sure to use her family to locate her. Though, surely after two years they wouldn't care, they would assume that she wasn't going to see them, it would be perfect.
"What are you thinking about?" What had once been a soft hiss was now a clear voice.
"My parents," Hermione said with a sigh, "I want to see them, it's been two years, they won't be looking anymore, I just want to see them, say good bye properly. Make sure they know that I love them and that I left for the best."
"No. It's too dangerous, wait just one month Hermione, one month, once the election is won is our favour, you can see them, the ministry will lift their spells around them, I'll ensure it but you cannot get captured, do have any idea what they'd do to you?"
"Imprison and torture me, in the vain hope that I'll tell them where you are. I won't let that happen. I'm stronger than they are; you know that, you taught me to be stronger."
She wouldn't lose this time, she would win, she would go to see her parents, now, or whenever she wanted to. It was her choice.
"No Hermione. You're mine, you agreed to that, so you'll do as I say. You are not to go back to England or see you parents until I say so. There's no point in getting captured, then I have to go and save you and I have better things to be doing."
"You have better thing to be doing?" Hermione was beyond pissed. "So what am I Tom? A liability, is that all, I'm just your pet, your toy? You can't tell me what to do, they're my parents and I get to decide when I see them, not you. I agreed to marry you, I didn't agree to be you slave, I'm a free woman."
"Exactly, Hermione." His lips curled. "You're a woman; therefore you shall look to your husband for direction. Now go do something useful, like read."
"It's the 21st Century, Tom. Women have rights now! In fact here we got the right to vote when you were two, and that was in the muggle world, witches had the right to vote and be independent centuries before that!"
"It's a façade for woman to have 'rights'. The society is still patriarchal, so you will listen to me and not go back to England. I have given you a life here; don't try to throw it away."
"Fuck you." Hermione stormed off, her rage actually making her hair crackle.
He's a stupid, disgusting precocious little brat. So used to getting everything he wants, well fuck him. I'm seeing my parents and he can't stop me. Hermione knew that he was right, it wasn't safe but it didn't matter. She'd show him, she could take care of herself.
Smiling with her new plan, Hermione walked out of the gates to the Manor that Tom had bought them and turned apparating to a block away from her parents' home. She'd show him.